“It’s just complete balls.”
“Balls in what sense?”
“Balls in the sense of balls.”
“Well, if that isn’t balls, kindly fax me an explanation of what that is.” His explosive delivery on every single “BALLS” is a thing of beauty. I always lose it – if I have not lost it already – when he gets to “and doesn’t have some dead bitch calling you Reader all the time!”
By the time they reach the soup vs. broth bit, I am, of course, overcome.
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.